Ronan smiled. The resemblance to a snake didn't help make a good impression, but that was the point. His appearance was a well crafted warning.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a treat for his raven. His body language remained the same. He was always tense, but he moved with ease. He tossed the treat into the air. Chainsaw went for it, her claws dug into his shoulder, leaving talon shaped scratches. Ronan's mouth twitched in response, but he kept his cool. When it came to Chainsaw, anyway.

"That explains the stick up your ass." He turned. "I can take care of myself."